Jun Classic - Tomorrow [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]

Blowing Indo Out The Window To An Instrumental
Build My Temple Lotta Love For Kids Living Gentle
Within The Ghetto Where Ya Jello Come Wit Cigarellos
And Little Fellows
Get Early Lessons On Precious Metals
Artillery
It's My Responsibility
Ya Mom Willingly
Calling Me The Bombdiggity
Don Juan Killing Spree
Lay Em All Down To Rest
Probably Born On ya Back
That’s Where You Sound The Best
Been A Heavy Weight Since Seven Eight
Get A Plate For Heaven Sake
Escalate Set A Date And Detonate
Looking Like World War 3
Sometimes Life Ain't A Bitch
When That Girl On E
Now Lemme Twirl My Tree
Keep The Money In The View Finder
Know A Lotta Working Women
Found A New Binder
And Yea Im Pretty Sure Ima Cop Tomorrow
So Why I Feel Like A Wino Bout To Pop A Bottle

[Verse 2]

Cemetery Burial Bury Me A Sentinel
Even If She Hairy Yo I Spread Her Like Venereal
Eat It Like Cereal
I Ca Give A Fuck Really
Lets Go Dutch Think I Ca Come Up With One Penny
Spray Missiles Wit Ep and A Dizzle
Different Shit Same Issue
Niggas Can't Take Tissue
Where The Whistle This A Crew Discussion
Who Need A New Concussion
Kid You Doin Suttin To The junMaf*ckn
Audio biographic
Alla this to Scribe A Classic
Admire Finer Fabric
As The High Is Contacted
Palm The Gadget
With The Manner Of A Don’s Status
Got My Soldiers Going Ratchet
Like A Blond Actress
Poetry
Drop Suttin Like An Overy
They Notice Me
Cause My Shit Spin Like A Rotary
Hopefully
I’ll Touch A Milli Ina Month Or Two
Won’t Stop Till
My Brother’s Mother Living Comfortable

[Verse 3]

Life’s A Gamble
Got My Handle From Pianos
Wear Flannel Even Camel
But Sorry Won't Sample Sandals
Gotta Scramble
Like A Pack Of Hyenas
In Tanzania
Make A Dreamer A Believer
Like Seeing Jesus’ Features
I Like To Cough
That’s The Stuff I Get Ignited Off My Mic Is Off
'Course Why I Don’t Compete Wit Microsoft
But Its Been In The Mail Since watching Chip N Dale
Plot Getting Stale As Betty White’s Fingernails
Chasing Money
Like It’s Racing From Me
It Took God’s Greatest Country
To Show Us Brothers
That Hate Is Lovely
What It Do Nuttin New
Chilling Like A Huxtable
My Dudes Be The Bomb
Even Calm We Combustible
Looking For The Pot Of Gold
Till My Pockets Swole
Niggas Got A Lots To Know
I Used To Cop N Go
Cool
Now It's Time To Lock and Load